Today, in gratitude for making it to Day 20, our (optional) prompt asks you to write a poem about a handmade or homemade gift that you have received. It could be a friendship bracelet made for you by a grade-school classmate, an itchy sweater from your Aunt Louisa, a plateful of cinnamon toast from your grandmother, a mix-tape from an old girlfriend. And whatever gift you choose, we wish you happy writing!
I hate being called Daddy
20 April 20
0800
Your feet made the v in love
Your hand made the o in you
2 years after your birth you had more than touched my heart
Than in the 44 years I had known my father
When we lunch together in the mancave
Or watch Saturday and Sunday morning cartoons
These pictures you unknowingly created
Watch over us and remind me
If the bond we have created
You dont call me daddy
Because I hate how that sounds
I am and have always been and will always be Papa
It’s a term of endearment
It’s what I used to call my father
Before I understood why he had to be removed from our lives
It gives me a chance to feel innocent again
And it gives me hope that your innocence will never be diminished
Hold onto it,
Apathy and anger are not comforting replacements
